(Emily's POV): "Ms. Thomas? The answer is?" I looked up from my doodling "75". The teacher pursed his lips and nodded "that is correct" he wrote it down on the board. The sound of the bell sent everyone on their feet. The teacher frantically yelled out the homework. I zipped up my bag and walked out of the room. It was the very end of the day and I had no more classes left. It was the middle of February and snow littered the ground. I walked in the direction of the woods hoping to reach my quite spot. It had been almost six months since I last saw Harry. I had been able to focus on my studies better since leaving him. I had quit singing because of the memories and significance it had in my time with One Direction. I cut off any connection I had had with Harry. I rarely read gossip magazines but when I did I skipped the articles involving him. I would never look them up online. I wasn't following any of the boys on any social media. For the most part many people had forgotten about Harry and I's "thing". When I think back to the airport I am so glad that I did not tell him the real reason why I left him. True I still felt a bit of sadness when thinking of him, but I had managed to push him out. I had shoved his shirt in the very back of my closet and whenever I had felt sad about anything I would put it on. Just the smell of him was a comfort. Imagining him holding me and whispering kind words made me long for him. Holding his big hands to my cheeks.... I pinched myself. Why would I be thinking like this? I quickly looked around to see if anyone was around and yelled,"I hate you Harry!" I smiled. It was something that I had learned to do; convince myself that I hated him when I really didn't.
Harry's POV: "Harry! Harry! Sign this! I love you! We made this for you! Harry! Oh my gosh! Harry!" I signed everything that was shoved my way and took pictures with head that thrust itself in my direction. I reached one girl who reacted nicely. "Hi Harry." I smiled at her in response. "Can you sign my phone, this paper, and this poster please?" "What's your name babe?" "Isabella." "Where did you come from?" "New York" I whistled,"quite a trip to come down to Texas isn't it?" "Yah I suppose.. I have family down here that I am visiting." I nodded," is this your first time ever seeing us in person?" she smiled,"very first.... Can I hug you?" I laughed," of course" she leaned in and reached her arms around me. She breathed in deeply. "I know Emily loved your smell." I tensed up. I read down the list that my therapist told me to do: breathe in, breathe out, smile, think of the person your talking to and what hair type and color they have." I breathed, smiled, and looked at her hair. I was chestnut and wavy. Just like Emily's. I closed my eyes for a second. "Yes I'm sure she did... though we didn't get really close a lot of the time." that was something else my therapist tried to do; make me believe that we never had a relationship. She pulled something out of her coat,"well, it was nice meeting you. I made you a book on 200 reasons why you and Emily need to get back together. My friends helped me." I took the book from her hands. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't do this anymore. I turned around and started sprinting to the hotel. Louis saw me and ran after me. "Harry! Stop!" It was the middle of February and snow littered the ground. I ran in the direction of the woods hoping to reach a quite spot. It had been almost six months since I last saw Emily. I had thought of her every single day since then. As soon as she left me I entered in some kind of depression. I had required a therapist and I was temporarily not performing with the band. My therapist though told me that as therapy when ever I sing the songs, I was to pretend that I was singing it to Emily. And that's what happened. The crowd disappeared and it was only Emily standing in front of me. I've missed her so much. Every night I hope and pray that I will be able to find her. I never have though. No one knows where she lives and where she is right now. All of documents on her have dissapeared and I can't access her on any social media because she blocked me. I always imagined her next to me holding my hand to her cheek and laughing. I would hold her and play with her hair. How I wish. "Harry?" I turned around to face Louis. Embarrassment crept onto my face. "Come on let's get you someplace warm and we can talk." I stared up at the sky. It was cloudy, perfectly matching my feelings right now.
